The Dark Sea Academy: The Complete Trilogy: Dark Sea Academy

By Stacy Claflin

Life as I know it has been flipped on its tail.

And no, I'm not being dramatic. I've been living as a human, but now I have to return to my mermaid roots because my dad is the new king of Valora. As soon as we arrive, he sends me to the Dark Sea Academy. Whispers and glares greet me at every turn. Students accuse my dad of killing the previous king, his brother.

My first night, the most popular girl tries to kill me. I barely escape, only to run into Bash. He's older and one wrong move from being expelled. Also as gorgeous as he is arrogant. For some reason, he keeps looking at me with concern in his eyes while giving me a crooked smirk. Almost makes me forget all my problems.

But I can't let myself get side-tracked by him. I won't. If I'm to survive the academy, I need to focus on staying alive. Unfortunately, that means relying on Bash—and he's a distraction that could very well cost me everything...

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The Dark Sea Academy Trilogy is a page-turning young adult mermaid saga that features gripping supernatural drama, heart-pounding action, and angsty romance. It's written by Stacy Claflin, a two-time USA Today bestselling author.

Purchase it today to start this trilogy with thrilling new lore that will have you flipping through the pages to find out what happens next.

Other exciting paranormal tales by the author:

CURSE OF THE MOON
Lost Wolf
Chosen Wolf
Hunted Wolf
Broken Wolf
Cursed Wolf
Secret Jaguar

VALHALLA'S CURSE
Renegade Valkyrie
Pursued Valkyrie
Silenced Valkyrie
Vengeful Valkyrie
Unleashed Valkyrie

THE TRANSFORMED SERIES
Deception
Betrayal
Forgotten
Ascension
Duplicity
Sacrifice
Destroyed
Transcend
Entangled
Dauntless
Obscured
Partition

TRANSFORMED SIDE STORIES
Fallen
Silent Bite
Hidden Intentions
Saved by a Vampire
Sweet Desire

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stacy Claflin
• Release date: Feb 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393888949

Stacy Claflin

Stacy Claflin is a two-time USA Today bestselling author who writes about flawed characters that overcome unsurmountable odds. No matter how dark situations seem, there is always a sliver of hope--even if you have to search far and wide to find it. That message is weaved throughout all of her stories. Decades after she wrote her first tales on construction paper and years after typing on an inherited green screen computer, Stacy realized her dream of becoming a full-time bestselling author.  When she's not busy writing or educating her kids from home, Stacy enjoys time in nature, reading, and watching a wide variety of shows in many genres. Her favorite pastime activity is spending time with her family. Join Stacy's newsletter to get three free novels: https://stacyclaflin.com/newsletter/

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Chapter 1

The wailing won’t stop. It’s growing louder by the moment.

I grope at the things on my nightstand, knock a few items to the floor. When I finally find my phone, I manage to silence the shrill alarm.

Fatigue squeezes me. Did I get any sleep? I’ll have to open my eyes to find out.

Seven-thirty.

No! I overslept. Why today? I fling off my covers then scramble out of bed, almost crashing to the floor because of the tangled blankets. Halfway across my room, I trip over a shoe. Then my backpack. Nearly slam face-first into the corner of my desk.

Mom’s right. I really should pick up this mess I call a bedroom.

This isn’t how I want to start today. There’s too much on my calendar to be running behind so early. Big track meet. Spanish test. Something else. Can’t remember what, though. The history project? No, that’s not it. Oh, right. College applications. I have to get those tedious things submitted.

My phone trills an upbeat tone.

A text this early? Only my best friend would reach out at this hour. I glance at the screen. Yep, it’s Ivy. I read her message on my way to the bathroom.

Ivy: Marra!! Emma says Roman likes YOU!

The proclamation is followed by a bunch of hearts and kissing emojis.

I nearly drop the phone into the toilet. Roman Lewis likes me? The hottest guy in school? She has to have gotten her signals crossed. Like a bad game of Phone we used to play as kids—when someone purposely changes the message as it travels around the line. Admittedly, it was usually me.

Not this time. Someone is messing with me now. My heart races faster than my mind as I wash my face. No way Roman likes me. It’s a cruel joke. There are tons of prettier girls to pick from. More popular ones. Sure, I’m the school’s best runner. The trophies along my walls prove as much.

But nobody cares about track.

My phone rings.

Don’t be Roman.

It’s Ivy.

Relief washes through me. I accept the call.

Marra! You saw my message. Why didn’t you reply? Can you believe this?

I take a deep breath on the way to my room then dig though my closet for something to wear. Something cute, just in case she’s right about Roman.

Even though she’s not.

Hello? Earth to Marra. If Ivy were here, she’d be waving her hands in front of my face. Thankfully, she isn’t.

Where did you hear that rumor? I hold up a lacy teal top that brings out my eyes.

Straight from Roman’s best friend’s sister.

I hold back a groan. Definitely a bad game of Phone. Doesn’t sound promising. I’m not going to hold my breath.

I choose the shortest skirt allowed by the school dress code. I hate wearing skirts.

It’s Roman Lewis! Ivy squeals. He likes you.

Doubtful. And besides, I have important things to think about today. Like that track meet and filling out the rest of my college applications. I hardly have time to think about him. I put my phone on speaker to get dressed.

Don’t remind me. The things are driving me crazy. You still applying for Princeton?

Harvard. I zip the skirt.

Think you’ll get accepted?

I’ll only know if I apply, and that isn’t likely to happen if I’m distracted thinking about Roman.

You know, you two could always fill out the applications together. She sighs like that’s the most romantic notion on earth.

I hate to admit I like the way she thinks, so I change the subject. How are things with Jackson?

We’re gonna break up. Ivy’s tone sours. It’s just a question of who dumps who.

That bad? I peer into my vanity mirror and bemoan my hair, which is sticking out in every direction. Too late to wash it. What happened?

We never text anymore, and when we talk, it always ends up in an argument. Always. Last night, we fought about who would make it into the Super Bowl. How lame is that? Maybe you can talk Roman’s best friend into dating me.

You make it sound like Roman’s my boyfriend. It’s not going to happen. I pull my hair into a bun. Still messy, but at least it looks like I meant it that way. And besides, maybe you can work it out with Jackson. You like him too much to give up so easily.

Let’s talk at school. Mom’s on my case to get out the door.

I glance at the time. Definitely running late. Okay. See you there.

We end the call, and I apply some eyeliner. I don’t know why I try. With my strawberry blonde hair, super pale skin, and freckles, there’s no way Roman even knows I’m alive much less has any interest in me. There’s nothing interesting about me.

Why did Ivy have to say anything about it? Now that’s all I’m going to be thinking about.

I add some mascara and lipstick. Not really much of an improvement.

Knock, knock!

I’m almost ready! I rub in my foundation. Should’ve done that first. I suck at this. Ivy would be so disappointed.

You want me to make you a green juice, hon? Mom calls.

Yeah, thanks! I’m glad she’s offering to help instead of chewing me out for running late.

I finish getting ready, stuff my books into my backpack, then head downstairs. And I’m thinking about Roman Lewis instead of the track meet. I need to think about that. And the Spanish test. My applications too. I need to forget about him. How ridiculous—Roman and me. As if that’d ever happen.

I skid to a stop in the kitchen.

My dad is sitting in his place at the table, sipping coffee. Should’ve left hours ago. He nods at a cup filled with green juice. Sit, Marra.

His tone sends a shiver down my spine. It’s made worse by the fact that he’s here and not at work.

Mom’s eyes are red, like she’s been crying. She won’t look at me, which makes me think she doesn’t want me to know how upset she is.

My heart skips a beat and I try to figure out what’s wrong. I hold out hope that it isn’t too bad, and I pretend not to notice her. Can this wait? I’ve got a Spanish test today and my track meet this afternoon. College applications when I get home.

Dad’s brown eyes look yellow for a second before turning back. Maybe I imagined it. He sets down his mug. We need to talk now.

I nearly choke on my juice. Why?

Mom sits at her spot, keeping her gaze down. Dad stares at me.

Sit. Dad has such an air of authority. His eyes narrow, but not like he’s mad. Just warning me.

Pulse pounding, I sit. My brain scrambles to figure out what they’re not telling me.

Nobody’s sick, are they? You’re not dying, are you? I glance back and forth between the two of them. There’s no way I can handle losing someone else. I look at the empty chair and my heart aches. What’s going on?

Mom and Dad exchange a look. One of those looks parents give each other when there’s bad news. I wish they’d just tell me what’s wrong. Is one of them going to die? My throat closes up. I don’t want to lose either one of them. Sure, we have our differences, but I can’t live without them. I can’t.

Dad reaches across the table to take Mom’s hand. She looks away and blinks quickly. He places his other on top of mine.

I break out into a cold sweat. Who’s dying? Is it me?

He gives me a kind smile. Nobody, sweetheart.

It takes me a moment to realize what he just said. I look between them again. You’re not sick? I’m not?

They both shake their heads. Then exchange another look before Dad clears his throat. He gives me an apologetic glance, but his eyes shine with excitement. We’re moving back to Valora.

There’s no way to describe my shock. To say someone yanked the air right out of the room wouldn’t do it justice. I can’t blink. Can’t speak or even breathe.

Mom scoots closer to Dad but keeps her gaze on me. Her eyes are definitely red. Your … your— She turns to look at him. I can’t do this. You tell her.

Dad turns to me. Your Uncle Tiberias is dead.

I haven’t seen him in years, but the news guts me. When I was little, he was my doting uncle. My mind flashes back to the moment I found out my younger sister Aria had died in the car crash. I struggle to breathe.

My dad says something, but I have no idea what.

Not only have I lost my uncle, but this affects every other aspect of my life too. I can forget about Roman, college applications, and getting a track scholarship. We’re moving to Valora.

I shake my head, and tears blur my vision. No! I’m not moving back there.

Dad frowns. We don’t have a choice.

Can’t we just go to the funeral and come back? I plead with my eyes, despite knowing the answer. It isn’t that simple. But there has to be a way out, and I’ll find it.

With my older brother dead, I’m the new king of Valora, Dad says. There’s no avoiding it. And besides, we already missed the funeral. Not that we’d be welcome for it, anyway.

I jump from my seat. "But you said we’d never have to go back! You promised!"

Mom wipes her eyes. We never expected Tiberias to die so young. Her voice cracks. It’s a shock to everyone.

I struggle to find a loophole. Then I realize the big one. "But Dad was banished! We can’t return. We can’t!"

He shakes his head. We have to. Despite my differences with Tiberias, I’m the new leader now. My banishment is lifted.

I’m not going. I dig my heel into the ground.

Dad gives me a sympathetic glance. It doesn’t work that way. You’re next in line after me. You’re now the new heir to Valora’s throne.

No. I step back, shaking my head. How can they throw all of this at me at once?

Mom gets up and wraps me in a warm embrace. I know it’s a shock. But that’s where we belong. We aren’t meant to live on land.

I’m doing just fine, thank you very much. Yes, I’ll miss Uncle Tiberias. But I haven’t seen him since I was a kid, and I have my life here. I step back and glare at Dad. In fact, I’m doing so well that I’m going to get another track medal this afternoon. Then I’m going to Harvard. Notice how none of my plans involve an underwater city? Not one.

Dad rises. You’ll get a better education at the Dark Sea Academy than even at an Ivy League school. You’ll have far more opportunities as the king’s daughter. And you’ll be able to use your real gifts. Ones that don’t involve legs.

I’m not going anywhere! I grab my backpack and run out of the house.

Chapter 2

Hot, angry tears blur my vision. I blink them away and focus on the road. How can my parents throw this at me? My uncle’s sudden death and us moving to Valora!

There’s no way I’m going back.

Not happening.

I’ve built my life here on the land. Blended in with the humans. Made friends. Created dreams. I have a full life ahead of me that has nothing to do with an underwater city or their politics. I’ve managed to push aside most thoughts about being a mermaid. As long as I avoid the beach, I’m fine. Nobody’s ever questioned anything.

Well, not ever. Ivy’s definitely noticed my avoidance of the water. She’s my best friend, and she knows everything about me. Well, almost. I can’t tell her this. Not like I think she’d sell me to science if she knew my true nature, but it sounds so ridiculous. Unbelievable. If I hadn’t lived the mermaid life as a child, I wouldn’t believe it myself.

Honk!

Green light. I wave an apology and hit the gas. Time to focus on the road. Once I get to school, I can figure out what to do. There has to be a solution, even if I have to run away. I can make it on my own. Sure, it won’t be ideal, but it’s doable. It’ll be harder without my parents’ money, but I can find a way. Even if I have to live in Ivy’s closet for a while. Even that would be preferable to Valora.

Shorecrest High comes into view. I take a deep breath. I can pretend everything’s normal until I get home. Mom and Dad will be furious at me for storming off, but they’ll get over it. Just like they’ll get over me staying on land. Eventually. Maybe. Even if they don’t, does it matter? It’s not like I’ll ever bump into them on the street.

I park in the lot and make my way to the main building.

Marra! Ivy waves at me from the courtyard.

I wave and plaster on a smile. If I act like everything is okay, maybe it will be. At least until I get home. I have until tonight to figure out what to do. How to get out of this mess.

Ivy catches up to me and looks me over, a smirk crossing her face. You want to impress Roman.

In all the madness, I’d forgotten about him.

You should wear skirts more often. She nods with approval. You’ve got killer legs. Could use some tanning cream, though. Want to use some of mine? Or we could get a spray at the salon.

Yeah, sure. That sounds great.

She tilts her head and studies me. You okay?

Why wouldn’t I be? I try to push aside all thoughts of Valora. Good luck with that.

You seem distracted. Ivy puts her hands on her hips.

Got that Spanish test and the meet today. Lots on my mind.

She arches a brow. And Roman Lewis.

I’ll believe it when I see it.

Ivy glances at my skirt. But you’re trying. And he already likes you!

I grab her arm and drag her toward the entrance. Let’s go. I need to get a folder from my locker.

She stops, forcing me to also. What’s the matter? Something’s definitely wrong.

Nothing is.

Ivy narrows her eyes. Liar. I’m your best friend. You can’t hide anything from me.

Except I’m a mermaid.

What is it? Why won’t you tell me? She pouts. Don’t you trust me?

I pull her beyond the courtyard, where we have some privacy. I’m going to have to fess up. You can’t tell anyone.

She pretends to zip her lips and throw away the key. "I knew you were hiding something."

A lump forms in my throat. I’m moving.

Her mouth drops open. What?

I nod, not trusting my voice to say anything more.

When?

I don’t know.

Her face flushes. You need to graduate with us! They’re ruining your life! How can they do this to you?

I open my mouth but close it. Can’t exactly tell her my dad is now king of an underwater territory. His work. He has an opportunity to move up.

Ivy folds her arms. Lame. How far? Where is it?

Pretty far.

Can you still come here?

I shake my head.

Remember Liberty Jones? Her parents filled out some paperwork and she was able to graduate with her class, even though she moved a couple cities away.

I’m going to be farther away than that. Unless … Do I dare tell her my crazy idea of living in her closet?

What? Unless what? Her eyes widen. Tell me!

I take a deep breath. I was thinking I could live with you. In your closet, if I have to.

Ivy squeals. We’d be like sisters!

Excitement drums through me. Maybe it could work.

Her smile fades. Sorry. That was insensitive. Your sister …

My heart aches at the mention of my deceased younger sister, but I don’t let the hurt show on my expression. "No. You’re right. If you and I lived together, we would be like sisters."

I’d never try to replace Aria.

I know. Do you think your parents would go for it?

Totally. She hugs me. And even if they don’t, we’ll make it happen. It’ll be like the bunny I hid from them in the sixth grade. Remember?

The one they found?

She gives me a sheepish glance. "I doubt you’ll escape and poop on their duvet."

I snicker. You never know …

Ivy shoves me.

The warning bell rings.

I tighten my hold on my bag. We’d better go. I can’t be late for Spanish.

She marches toward the building. Not to be the bearer of bad news, but I heard Lopez’s test is killer.

Good thing I studied.

As I’m spinning my locker combination, some of our friends join us.

Natalie runs her fingers through her perfect natural blonde hair. You two joining us at Raven’s pool party this weekend?

Can’t, I say too quickly. Family drama. Sorry.

You afraid of wearing a swimsuit, Marra?

I slam my locker shut. I said I have family stuff to deal with.

She steps closer. You never go to pool parties. Like, ever.

Maybe next time. I shrug. Gotta get to Spanish.

Emma grins at me. Roman’s going to be there.

I swallow. How many people know about his supposed interest in me? I’m sure he’ll have fun.

You’re impossible. She spins around and walks away.

Really, you are. Natalie flicks her hair. Nice skirt. For Roman?

My cheeks burn. I whip around before she sees me blushing.

Don’t listen to them, Ivy whispers.

Thanks. I march toward Spanish class.

"But maybe you should go to the party. It’ll be the perfect distraction. Especially if Roman is there."

I don’t want to admit how much I’d love to go. Maybe I can go without actually getting in the water. People go to pool parties and just hang out, right? Possibly? Probably not.

You can borrow one of my suits.

I appreciate it, but I can’t go.

Ivy frowns. When are you moving? I mean, when are your parents moving? When are you moving into my closet?

I shrug. I left before they told me.

We’ll talk at lunch. Don’t worry about it. My parents will go for it, and like I said, if they don’t, I can hide you.

As long as you don’t expect me to stay in Fluffy’s cage.

She bursts out laughing.

We part ways and I step into my Spanish class just as the final bell rings.

Señora Lopez shoots me a glare. Several kids giggle. I pretend not to notice as I take my seat in the front row.

She starts speaking in rapid-fire Spanish about the exam. I take a deep breath and try to get my mind in the right place. All I can think about is the pool party and how I can’t go without growing a tail. I’d be the laughing stock of the school.

Not gonna happen.

The teacher tells us to take out our pencils while she hands out the tests.

The intercom buzzes. Then the secretary’s voice sounds over the speaker. Please send Marra Ayers to the office.

My stomach knots.

Seriously, could this day get any worse?

"Sí, por supuesto." Señora Lopez glances at me and nods toward the door.

Some kid whispers, You’re in trouble!

I ignore him and grab my bag. As I head for the door, other kids whisper and giggle. I can’t help but wonder if kids are any better at the underwater academy.

Stop! I shove that thought from my mind. Who cares if they are better? I’m not going.

I hurry out of the classroom and make my way to the office. Am I in trouble? I can’t think of anything I did wrong. Haven’t missed any assignments or done anything to interfere with participating in track. Maybe they just need to tell me something about the meet. Yeah, that’s probably it. I hope.

When I get to the office, the secretary smiles at me. Hi, Marra. Your dad’s in there, waiting for you. She gestures toward a conference room.

My dad. Great. If he missed work for this, I’m really in for it.

I can run. Never look back.

Go on. The secretary gives me a reassuring glance.

I take a deep breath and march into the conference room, my head held high. I’ll just tell him to tell everyone in Valora ‘hi’ for me.

He’s standing next to the table, hands in his pockets. Not even sitting. Just waiting. His lips purse. We need to continue the conversation we started earlier.

I already said all I had to say. I’m not going.

Dad just shakes his head.

I don’t budge.

He doesn’t, either. But his stance is more intimidating than usual. I hope it’s just my imagination because we’re in the school office and not some regal-thing that’s changing him in a more permanent way.

Say what you came here to say.

Not here.

Then why’d you have them page me?

He steps closer. We’re going to discuss this at home.

"Now?"

Yes.

But I just got to school. I have my Spanish test and a track meet after school—

You won’t be doing any of that, Marra.

I open my mouth to protest.

He cuts me off. Come with me. His hands ball into fists. Now.

I’ll meet you at home.

He shakes his head. I’m driving.

But my car is here.

His eyes flash yellow. It’s so brief, I doubt seeing it. You won’t need it anymore.

The room spins around me. What?

Come on. He places his hand firmly on my back and guides me out of the room. We’re leaving now.

He doesn’t mean Shorecrest High. We’re leaving everything.

Today.

Chapter 3

My parents stand at opposing ends of the living room, each blocking my only means of escape. I plop onto the couch and play with a loose lock of hair. No way am I looking at them. Not when they’re doing this to me. Taking away everything and everyone I care about, no matter how it affects me.

We know this is hard, my mom says.

I glare at her. You have no idea what this is like for me!

We’re leaving our lives too, Marra.

But you have lives to go back to in Valora! I don’t. I was a child the last time I was there! Don’t you get that?

Your mother just said we know this is hard. My dad’s brows knit together.

Hard? That makes it sound like a track meet. This is impossible! You’re not even letting me say goodbye to my friends. Not taking my feelings into account.

He steps closer, leaving some space for me to run out of the room.

I wait for a better opportunity.

His eyes fixate on me. It’s our duty. With Tiberias dead, we’re next in line. I’m king. You’re the princess.

I sit up straight. Nobody asked me if this is something I want. For the record, it isn’t.

Aria wanted it. She dreamed of returning to Valora.

He may as well have slapped me across the face. I ignore the lump growing in my throat. Well, she’s not here now, is she? It was her dream, not mine.

His eyes narrow. Turn yellow. You need to pull yourself together. Stop acting like a toddler. We’re leaving, and that’s final.

I jump to my feet and avoid looking at his eyes. I want to say goodbye to Ivy. You owe me that much.

Text her.

"You want me to say goodbye to my best friend through a text?"

We don’t have time! He raises his fists and little yellow bolts of electricity shoot out. Static swims around the room, makes the hairs on my arm stand on end.

Why isn’t there time for me to say goodbye? You’re yanking me from my life. I don’t think this is too much to ask.

He marches closer to me, stopping just before our feet touch. The electrical charge grows even stronger. His eyes are still yellow. He stares me down. We’re leaving, and that’s final. Do not cross me. I tried being nice. Now I’m putting my foot down.

Electricity dances around me. Makes goose bumps form along my arms and down my back. I swallow. What about our things? The house?

You think anything will survive underwater? You’ve seen what happens when homes get flooded—everything is destroyed.

So, we’re just leaving it?

We don’t need any of it.

But pictures! Memories. My trophies. What about—?

Enough! He spins toward Mom. Talk sense into your daughter. We leave in ten minutes.

Ten minutes? My hands fall to my sides. Ten minutes.

That’s how much time I have to say goodbye to my life.

Dad storms out of the room, and the air returns to normal.

Mom turns to me, tears shining in her eyes. He’s really stressed. We need to back him up. He needs us.

The image of him with yellow eyes and electricity in his fists pops into my mind. He has a funny way of showing it.

Like I said, this is stressful. He has to go from his life here on land to being king. King. Can you imagine that?

And I’m a princess. The word itself makes me shudder. Makes me think of a sparkling cartoon character with big eyes and a pet that follows her around.

She puts her arm around me and sniffles.

I step back and study her. Why are you more upset about Uncle Tiberias’s death than Dad is?

Mom clears her throat. You know how complicated their relationship was. Those two didn’t get along at all. Why do you think we were banished?

I don’t remember. I was really young when we left.

She wipes her eyes. Why don’t you take a minute to call Ivy?

My chest tightens. I can’t have that conversation over the phone!

You’re going to have to. I had to give notice on my job. Actually, it wasn’t notice. It was quitting on the spot. It’s not easy, but we all have to sacrifice.

Dad doesn’t.

Mom sighs. He’s hurting inside. We just can’t see it.

I turn the conversation back to the move. Can’t we ever come back?

Mom shakes her head. I’m sorry. But instead of mourning what you’re losing, try looking forward to what you’re getting. Cousins. Old friends. Halen will be thrilled to see you.

The mention of my childhood best friend brings back a vortex of memories. Almost all of my earliest memories involve her. We both grew up in the castle and were the same age, but that wasn’t what drew us together. We got each other. Neither of us were thrilled about the stuffy rules forced on us by the authorities. We just wanted to have fun, and we did just that every chance we got. Between the two of us, we thought up every kind of trouble possible.

But none of that matters. I have a track meet. College applications. A pool party. And Roman Lewis wants me to be there.

I glare at my mom. Why did you guys tell me we’d never go back to Valora?

Because Dad was banished. Tiberias told us we’d never see our beloved city again.

Their beloved city. Not mine. I grit my teeth. Hold back comments that would only get me in trouble. What’s going to happen to our things? This house?

She takes a deep breath. We have a full bank account and the bills are all paid automatically, so I imagine it will just sit here until the funds run out.

And then what?

Everything will be seized. The bank will sell the house, auction off our things.

My stomach lurches at the thought of people bidding on my belongings. How long?

Does it matter?

Yes.

Mom shrugs. Two years? Three? I’m not sure. We won’t be here to see it. Call Ivy. We’re leaving in a matter of minutes. She gives me a kiss before walking out of the room, looking lost in thought.

I glance at the door. If I run away, nobody could stop me. However, it would be a challenge to get to the school without my car. How long will it take for it to be towed? When will people figure out that I’m gone? That my whole family is missing?

Marra, Mom calls.

I groan.

You don’t have a lot of time.

What am I supposed to tell my best friend?

The truth. That’s exactly what I’ll tell her.

I race upstairs to my room and try not to think about the fact that it’s probably the last time I’ll see it. Or is it? If the house is going to sit for two or three years, I can always come back. It leaves me the chance to flee Valora and have somewhere to return. I won’t even need Ivy’s closet.

I’ll have an entire house with a full bank account. This isn’t goodbye. It’s see you later. I’ll be back, one way or another.

I sit on my messy bed and pull out my phone. Look around my room for a moment, taking in everything as though for the first time. My trophies. Framed academic achievements. Pictures—mostly of Ivy and me, but also other friends. A lifetime of memories. I try to burn them into my mind.

Then I call Ivy. Her phone is probably off because she’s in school. It’s not even lunchtime. I won’t be able to talk to her. I’m going to have to do this by text. But I’ll try calling. I have to.

My thumb shakes as it hovers over the call button. I push it. Tears blur my vision.

This isn’t goodbye. I’m going to make an appearance as heir to the throne, catch up with Halen, then take my first chance to escape. I’ll be back here before I know it—in plenty of time to get the college applications submitted.

Hold on! Ivy answers. Muffled noises sound for a few moments.

Mom calls from downstairs. Just a few more minutes, Marra!

My stomach knots. Hurry up, Ivy!

More muffled noises. Okay. I’m here. Had to leave my class. I’m in the bathroom. Where did you go? Everyone’s talking about you being called to the office then disappearing.

Ivy, my parents are moving me away right now.

What?

It’s horrible and mean, but that’s what they’re doing.

You’re leaving right now? Her voice wobbles. Like, never coming back to school?

She’s going to make me cry. I clear my throat. Not unless I find a way back.

I can’t believe they’re doing this to you. Who moves away so suddenly?

Apparently, the Ayers.

They can’t do this! She sniffles. Can’t they stay long enough to throw you a going away party?

No. We’re leaving in like one minute.

I can’t believe this. You’re not fighting them?

I recall Dad’s yellow eyes. I tried. They’re not having it.

You have to do something!

I know. I’m going to, but it’ll have to be later. Once things settle down. Then I’ll figure out a way back. We’re going to spend the rest of our high school careers together. This is just a break.

I hate them. Ivy sniffles again. I really do. You can tell them that. They’re crappy parents for doing this to you.

Believe me, I know. But I’m going to find a way back. I almost promise her, but I don’t want to pull the same kind of promise my parents pulled on me.

Mom appears in my doorway. Dad’s in the car, waiting for us.

Ivy, I have to go. My voice cracks. I’m going to miss you so much.

Mom frowns and wraps her arms around me.

Don’t do this, Ivy begs.

Like I have a choice. I’ll see you later, Ivy.

And I will. Soon.

Chapter 4

My heart races as Dad pulls into the parking spot at the beach. We had to drive to the ocean because that’s the only way to Valora. It’s deep in the darkest depths of the Pacific. Way down where human explorers only dream of reaching but never will, because the merpeople will never allow it.

Dad glances back at me. Come on, Marra.

I want to ask him if he’ll be a monarch or dictator, but I keep my mouth shut. I’m going to play along with this cruel twist of fate until I have the chance to swim back to shore. Take a few days to catch up with life under the sea, then head back to where I really belong. If my parents want another heir, they can have another kid.

Without a word, I step out of the car and slam the door. Dad sets the alarm. For what, I don’t know. It’s not like he’s coming back for it.

But maybe I can. I’ll need a way to get home when I come back to land.

I turn to him. What are you going to do with the keys?

Don’t worry about it. He stuffs them into his pants pocket.

I make a mental note to watch. Will he take them or toss them?

My pulse drums louder in my ears with each step we take toward the water. The wind whips around us, pulling my hair from the loose bun. I take out the hair tie and let my hair fall over my shoulders. Waves splash onto the rocky shore.

The dark blue water looks so cold. I wrap my arms around myself and push through the wind. Seagulls squawk overhead. My feet twist over the uneven rocky path.

We’re really doing this. Leaving the land behind. Returning to Valora.

I pinch myself to see if I’m actually awake. Ow! Yes, this is happening. No chance of me waking to find all of this is just a nightmare.

A few people are off to the side with kites.

I clear my throat. We can’t transform now. Look, there are people over there.

Dad shakes his head. We’ll go over on the other side. Doesn’t matter where we enter.

Of course.

We turn the opposite direction, and as soon as the humans are out of sight, Dad marches straight for the water. Doesn’t bother removing his shoes or socks.

Mom glances at me and gestures for me to come along.

My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest. I want to spin around and run. I’m faster than them. I’m a track star. A mermaid faster than most humans with natural legs. That lump in my throat is growing and my tears are threatening again.

I hesitate then stomp toward the crashing waves. I’m not going to give into the tears. This is just a vacation. I’ll be back home before I know it. On land, where I belong. Maybe in time for that pool party.

As soon as the frigid water laps around my ankles, a warmth spreads through my legs then up through my torso and down my arms. My skin tingles all over. My legs tickle, start to burn.

This is happening so much faster than when I take a bath in the sanitized water at home. Dad’s slacks rip. I turn my back to him. Mom’s pants tear.

Hurry up, Dad urges.

We need to be in deep enough to swim when our legs merge into a single tail. My bones feel ablaze as I walk deeper into the water. I clench my fists and hold my breath. If only the ocean were colder, it would soothe the burn. At least that’s what I tell myself. The truth is, nothing will help. I’ll only feel better once the process is over, when my legs are gone and I’m left with a tail.

I’m now waist-deep. Can’t wiggle my toes—because I no longer have any. My feet will be gone soon too.

Pain overtakes me. I cry out, unable to take it. Agony shoots throughout my body, running up and down my legs and spine. It feels like my entire body is going to explode. I think my kneecaps actually are coming apart.

Now I can’t stand. I crash into the water. It soothes my pain. Water shoots into my nose, but it doesn’t hurt. It fills my mouth, massages its way down my throat. I’m breathing water now.

I kick. No, not kick. Thrash my tail. Push forward. I’m swimming. Need to open my eyes.

All I want is to go back to school. I’ll gladly suffer the searing pain of transformation without complaint if I can just return to land. To my friends. My life. Roman.

Someone calls my name.

Instinctively, my eyes open. Everything looks so clear. Mom swims toward me, her aqua tail shimmering. Dad is just behind her, his deep blue tail moving quickly as he slices through the water. I glance down at my emerald-green tail. It glimmers so much more than in the bathtub. We all still have our shirts on but have lost all traces of leg coverings.

Come on! Mom waves me toward Dad.

I swim, following them. It feels so freeing. So right. And that angers me. I don’t want to enjoy this. Any of it. But my body betrays me. I swim in circles and do flips.

This feels so good. So much better than being in a confining bath. We all swim around, acting like young children. It’s hard not to. We’ve denied our true natures for so long.

The farther we travel, the darker it gets. I can still see—far more than a human could at these depths—things are just dimmer. We head lower. The ocean floor is too far to see. Fish at this depth look more like aliens than marine life. Most of them ignore us. A few give us funny looks but keep their distance. They must sense we belong.

Why do I keep thinking these things? I don’t belong here! My place is on land. I’m merely visiting the place where I spent my early childhood. That’s it. I’ll see how Halen is doing. Check in on some cousins, if they don’t hate me for what my dad did to get us kicked out of Valora. Did Uncle Tiberias convince everyone we’re monsters?

I breathe the water in deeply. It soothes me. Not that I want to be calmed.

The darkness grows, making it hard to see more than a few feet around me. I make my way closer to my parents. The last thing I need is to get separated and lost.

And this makes me wonder how easy it will actually be to get back to land. I’d forgotten about the dark waters. How easy it would be to lose my way. Veer off the trail then end up dinner for some awful creature.

I can still get back on my own. I’ll find a way.

Grr!

What was that? I grab Mom’s arm.

Probably nothing, hon.

"Nothing just growled at us?"

Dad glances over. Shh!

I bite my tongue.

Grrr!

A shiver runs down my spine. The sound is closer, but I can’t see what’s making the noise.

Huge white eyes appear in front of us. The only thing scarier than them are the sharp teeth directly below them. Rows and rows of them. Whatever it is, it’s large enough to swallow Dad whole and then finish its meal with Mom and me.

Dad’s eyes glow yellow, illuminating the water around us. Whatever the monster is, it’s about the size of a manatee. And there’s another one behind it.

I cling to my mom. What do we do?

Follow your father’s lead.

I’m shaking so bad, I’m not sure I can do that. Not sure I can do anything. I’m going to be fish food. Never going to see Ivy or my room again.

Dad holds up his fists. Bolts of lightning run between them, buzzing. They’re brighter than back home. Louder. The electricity stronger. It massages my skin. Eases my worry.

The enormous creature scoots back.

Relief washes through me. We’re actually going to survive this.

Then the other fish widens its mouth and rushes at us. The rolling wave from its movement pushes me away from my parents. I try to swim toward them but the current is too strong.

The first fish exposes even more teeth and lurches toward my dad.

A combination of fear and indignation pulsates through me. That thing will not hurt him.

I race toward it, fury pounding through me. Everything takes on a different hue. Almost the same color as my tail, but far brighter. The monster comes into focus. Crystal clear. I pass my mom and reach for the beast, my fists tightened. Green bolts of lightning shoot out, cling to the thing’s eyes and teeth.

It whimpers, moves back.

Let me do this! Dad yells, shoves me aside. Pushes in front of me then attacks it with his own electricity. Grunts as he continues assaulting it.

The other creature comes over, aiming straight for us.

I move around Dad and focus my energy on the electricity I created. Green energy shoots from my fingers.

It stuns the fish. Dazed, it looks all over, doesn’t move. Cries out.

They both turn and sulk away.

I lower my hands and gasp for air—I mean, water. It massages my insides, calming me.

My dad turns to me, his brows drawn together and his eyes yellow. What were you thinking?

I was trying to fight off those things!

His nostrils flare. Well, don’t do that again. Do you understand me?

But I—

Never again.

Mom turns to him. Drake, did you see that? She has the Ayers power.

His mouth contorts as he continues glaring at me. You don’t know how to control it. It’ll sap all your energy. Then where are we? Come on. We need to get to Valora.

Chapter 5

Light finally shines in the distance. This far under the surface, that can only mean one thing. A city. We’ve already passed three other underwater civilizations.

Is that Valora? Hope eludes me. My body aches from traveling so far and using muscles that have long been ignored.

The greatest city under the seas. Father smiles proudly.

I try to smile but can’t, so I just nod. He goes on about how fantastic the city is, but I can’t pay attention. All I can think about is the life I’m leaving behind. My best friend. The track team, who has become more of a family than just a team. And Roman … what could’ve been? If he actually does like me, could it have worked?

The brightness of Valora makes my eyes ache after being in such deep darkness for so long. It’s brighter than the hottest summer day on the surface. The buildings are so colorful. From this distance, it looks like a rainbow.

We reach the outer edges of the massive city. The surrounding wall is lined with shells and gems that sparkle like they’ve just been cleaned. The two guards lower their weapons and bow as we near.

Dad gives a slight nod as we pass, but I can’t look at them. I can’t handle being bowed down to. It’s so ridiculous. When we enter through the gate, a warmth spreads through me. Everything is so bright, it’s hard to remember I’m not on land.

The whole experience is surreal. I’ve had plenty of time to think on our way here, but I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that we’re actually coming to Valora. I’m going to see Halen. Will my childhood best friend be excited to see me? Will anyone be happy about our return? Or has my uncle so tainted our reputation that people will recoil at our sight? Given the angst between the two brothers, the latter situation wouldn’t surprise me—our people could be disgusted at the thought of my dad as king, and therefore at me being the heir to the throne.

A shudder runs through me. Now I want to go back home for entirely different reasons. But could I find my way? Dad led us here. I could find my way to the surface, but with my luck, I’d end up in the middle of the ocean with miles and miles of water between me and the land.

The towering buildings in front of me pull me from my thoughts. Mom and I shopped in many of them when I was a child. We often brought Halen along, and the two of us would get into trouble every time. One time we wandered off and got lost. Another time she knocked over a mannequin and it took out a whole row of them.

I snicker just thinking about it.

Mom turns to me. Are you happy to be here?

Just remembering that mannequin.

The one you broke?

It was Halen.

Dad glances at us. Come on. We’re already late.

Aren’t you king? I ask. Can’t you show up whenever you feel like it?

Not on my first day. I need to show everyone I mean business and am serious about this.

Does it matter? They still have to do what you say, right?

He gives me one of his looks, and I know to drop the subject. My stomach rumbles and my muscles ache. If he gives me any say in what we do when we arrive at the castle, I’m going to have an enormous lunch then sleep for hours before finding Halen.

We make our way through the city and near the busy part. We manage to avoid the most crowded areas and finally make it to the castle. It looms before us, the largest and most decorated building in all of Valora. The light around it is even brighter than anywhere else.

I turn to Mom. Where are the lights?

You don’t remember?

It’s been over ten years. Everything is fuzzy.

Valora’s enchantment keeps everything lit. It’s what keeps everything going.

Oh. That seems like something I should remember, but in many ways, it feels like this is my first time here. The memories hardly feel like my own. They’re more like watching a home movie from someone else’s life.

We reach the entrance of the castle. I vaguely remember there being many entrances, but I can’t be sure. The guards lower their weapons and bow even further down than the guards at the city gates. They open the doors then Dad rushes forward. Mom and I have to hurry to catch up with him. We zig and zag through hallways and corridors. It’s enough to make my head spin. How did I ever find my way around on my own as a young child?

People move out of our way. Some gasp. Others point. Most bow. Almost everyone whispers.

We’re a spectacle, and this is inside the castle. What’s it going to be like in the city? Or worse, the academy? My stomach knots thinking about that. Right now, I have my parents. At school, I’ll be on my own. Maybe Halen will be with me, or maybe she’s moved on and doesn’t want me as a friend anymore. Not that I could blame her. So many years have passed. Everything has changed. We’ve changed. I’ve spent most of my life pretending to be human. Everyone here has spent their entire lives in Valora.

Dad leads us to a large room. It could hold hundreds. And though it’s mostly empty, it’s horribly intimidating. I move closer to Mom as Dad holds his head higher and makes his way to the front of the room where two jewel-encrusted chairs sit on a platform.

He picks up a trident and holds it in the air. Finally, you’re mine.

The golden weapon grows brighter and waves of light shine out.

A grin spreads across Dad’s face. Can you feel that power?

Mom inches toward him. I can see it.

"But can you feel it?" He holds it higher, the light shining brighter.

I can. It suits you, darling.

He plops into the bigger of the two seats and pans his palms toward the rest of the massive room. Imagine it tonight. So many of our royal subjects will be gathered here as I make my first speech as king.

She looks around and smiles. It’s going to be everything you’ve always dreamed it would be.

He’d always dreamed about this moment? That can’t